My last live-in girlfriend moved out more than six years ago. There are, make that were, still traces of her existence. When she moved out she left behind a vacuum cleaner. I assumed it worked, though I never used it because I had one that I had bought years ago. Since no Electronics Recycling Days accepts vacuum cleaners I’ve tried to figure out how to get rid of the vacuum cleaner for six years; why donating it to Goodwill never crossed my mind I’ll never know. As a part of my cleaning on Saturday I decided to kick it to curb and by the time I returned home from dinner it was someone else’s vacuum cleaner.
Out In The Yard, Up In The Attic
On Saturday I decided to use the perfect weather as an excuse to force myself to do yard cleanup. Many sticks and branches were cleared from my back yard as well as my brick pad/patio, future home of a firepit / bbq grill. In addition to that yard cleaning I used the power of my leaf blower to clean out the carport and rustle up some leaves into piles. (The person who figured out how to “rake” a yard with a leaf blower was a genius!) By the time I had blown leaves from the flower bed, and made two large piles from those as well as everything that was in the driveway and in part of the front yard I was worn out and needed a break.
After about an hour’s break I headed to Grady High School where I turned in a small box of old computer parts and cables. On Saturday evening I joined a group of friends for a birthday celebration at Tin Lizzy’s Cantina in Grant Park.
I arose early on Sunday morning and decided to get out before the rain arrived to bag some of the leaves I piled. After six bags’ worth of leaves the rain started and I decided it was time to head indoors for my next task.
When Jeannie moved out I passed the time immediately after our breakup replacing the rat/squirrel turd infested blown-in insulation which has probably been in my attic since its construction in 1957. For multiple weekends in the winter of 2003 I bagged old insulation, cleaned the remaining debris section by section, and filled the vacancy with pink insulation batting. Unfortunately, I never completed the job. For years this has loomed over my head (literally).
Since Jeannie’s departure I’ve lived alone, with the exception of rodents which have joined me on occasion by inhabiting my attic.
It didn’t take finding a dessicated rat in the attic to remind me why I hated going up there and procrastinated finishing the insulation task. Yesterday I finally convinced myself that it was time to return, and yes, I did find a dessicated rat which had shat all over the pink insulation and noshed on the poison I put up in the attic some years ago. After four hours my body had enough, the combination of the muscle soreness resulting from the yard work with the contortions I’d been performing in the attic had gotten the best of me. If I had to guess I’d say that I’m about 90% through with the insulation replacement. I’ll finish that 10% this winter.
ITP Flickr Pic
Want to see what I look like after working in my attic for three hours and then get completely frustrated that I can’t take a self-portrait with my DSLR? I took this using my point-and-shoot which chose use the flash.
Looks like I have another task to add to my “to do” list — “Learn how to use my fucking DSLR!”
It’s not the third Monday of the month, but last week the church in which the Roswell Photographic Society holds its meetings was unavailable. So, the monthly critique meeting is tonight instead. This month’s theme is “Abandoned or Discarded.” I’ve entered a shot I took a couple of years ago in Colorado and have no idea how well the critic will like it.
As an aside I realized yesterday that my photographic organization is not as buttoned-up as I previously believed. For my submission this month I was originally searching for a shot that I took late last year, but couldn’t find. After last year’s burglary it took me some time to re-institute a plan of action at home for my photography (you may remember how I often used this as an excuse for not having a photo for this blog). Well, it turns out that I never transferred the photos I took from the time I was burgled to the time I finally got a computer on which I could edit photos at home to my centralized data storage drive. Dangen! Luckily I back up my data on each computer so transferring them shouldn’t be too painful, but in the end I was forced to submit a different photo for tonight.
RealiTV Update: The Amazing Race — You Can’t Always Trust The Locals
You know, just once this season I’d like to pick the team that finishes last instead of the team that finishes next-to-last! As you may have already determined, I chose Team Model Citizens based on the previews shown last week. (btw- I don’t like “Caite” as a name pronounced “Katie” and I don’t think those two have a great relationship) In an unprecedented move ITP-Readers Stacy and Terri both picked Team Big Brother, and unfortunately for me, were correct. We’ve never specifically stated that redundant picks were, or were not, allowed. I guess that I’ll be buying two songs this week. Dangen!
All teams embarked on a whirlwind tour of the champagne region of France in their fancy-pants Mercedes Benz. Team Who’s Your Daddy (Steve and Allie) encountered this season’s first “Oh Fuck!” moment when Steve drove the car into something and destroyed the passenger-side from end. Luckily for him his wife packed some duct tape (hmm, no condoms?) and he was able to jerry-rig the bumper into place.
Team Noun seems to be getting a little big-headed; that must be what’s keeping their cowboy hats on so tight. The cowboys double faulted on driving directions, but luckily for them they were able to complete the Roadblock and Detour without too much trouble.
Speaking of the Detour, stack champagne glasses and pour a magnum of champagne into them? WTF? I was impressed that Team One Team Gay One was able to accomplish the task and was not surprised when Team Model Citizens nor Team Big Brother failed.
It seemed like the hardest challenge of the night was finding a local who knew that the vineyard they were supposed to located was not the same thing as the boutique in Reims which sells the champagne.
I contend the the best line of the night was uttered by Team Model Citizen’s Brent: “Who’s that the cowboys?” Hey Einstein, are you to tell me that you can’t recognize those two similarly-tall guys wearing cowboy hats as Team Noun? Good thing Jeebus made you pretty, my friend.
Surprisingly in the end it was Team Clousteau finishing first (must be that whole French Connection) and Team Big Brother finishing last, only this time it they were eliminated.
Stats & Goals
Current Mood – sore, more physically than emotionally
Current Music – silence at the moment
Website Of The Day – DailyMile is a social network for those who exercise. Unfortunately, I found no one who was into “attic cleaning” as an exercise.
Mode Of Transportation To Work – my car
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Morning Weigh-In – 203 pounds
Pages Of 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die Read – 52
Foot Mileage – ~4 miles, Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Pushups – 0, Situps – 20
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 1 (19)
Vegetarian Days – 3, Carnivorous Days – 18
Marta Rides – 0
– Not get fired from my job
– Ride my bicycle no fewer than 100 miles
– Get the new LLC movingâ€¦
– Reduce my weight to 185 pounds (starting weight was 198 pounds)
– Completely read the book 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die
– Earn at least $150 through photography sales in order to cover the cost for the renewal of the JalapeÃ±o Beach SmugMug account I opened the other day.
– Save $500 for the sole purpose of donating to charitable organizations of my choice
– Attend at least one professional photography workshop
– Enter no fewer than three photographic competitions / gallery showings
– Get the Black Sheep stats out of Excel and online
– Ride in no fewer than two 50 mile or 50K bike rides
– Complete my Taco Mac Passport requirement of 125 beers
– Continue backing up all data, including the off-site storage
– Become a proficient programmer in PHP and CSS
– Do not create a solution for something which is not a problem